somehow I'm still up even though I'm now running on a 29-hour day. not that I've been up for 29 hours, but that it's been 29 hours since I last went to bed for more than a "nap." it's kind of difficult keeping track of how long my days are but the rule of thumb generally is to count from the beginning of one 5-7 hour sleep period to the next. in between are naps of 2-4 hours.
if I stay up much longer I'm gonna be shit out of luck for groceries "tomorrow" but I guess if I had to I could get a citycarshare car (reduced rates in the middle of the night!) and drive to a 24-hour place. there are no 24-hour grocery stores nearby. just the laundromat. right now I'm in no shape to leave the house: little furry things are scampering away just beyond my peripheral vision. soon I will be asleep but I'm waiting for some pills to melt in my mouth before I go upstairs to lie with it gaping open and snoring like a buzzsaw.
we have new downstairs neighbors and one of them plays guitar and sings, loudly, every morning. I used to do that. maybe I should start again. we could duel. joy division for me, dylan for him. that is the pre-sellout dylan: it's acoustic guitar he's playing.
I can't think of a damned thing to say. I keep closing my eyes and playing out little vingnets that make no sense at all. micro-dreams of twilight consciousness. I forget them as soon as I open my eyes.
whoops. that one lasted half an hour. I think I can go to bed now.
if I stay up much longer I'm gonna be shit out of luck for groceries "tomorrow" but I guess if I had to I could get a citycarshare car (reduced rates in the middle of the night!) and drive to a 24-hour place. there are no 24-hour grocery stores nearby. just the laundromat. right now I'm in no shape to leave the house: little furry things are scampering away just beyond my peripheral vision. soon I will be asleep but I'm waiting for some pills to melt in my mouth before I go upstairs to lie with it gaping open and snoring like a buzzsaw.
we have new downstairs neighbors and one of them plays guitar and sings, loudly, every morning. I used to do that. maybe I should start again. we could duel. joy division for me, dylan for him. that is the pre-sellout dylan: it's acoustic guitar he's playing.
I can't think of a damned thing to say. I keep closing my eyes and playing out little vingnets that make no sense at all. micro-dreams of twilight consciousness. I forget them as soon as I open my eyes.
whoops. that one lasted half an hour. I think I can go to bed now.
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awake,. but this is it I swear
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the cats don't seem to care. I've been sleeping in an old ragged out sleeping bag because I'm too lazy to make my bed (such a bachelor I am. well it's hard to make my bed cause it's on a loft and you have to put the sheets on the bed while you yourself are on the bed. makes me sweat, tell you what.) and they snuggle down into the sleeping bag whenever they feel like it. I join them at intervals. occasionally they check to see if I am awake, and if so, they ask for food.
it works out.
Yes, I also have a loft and love it, but it is harder to make no doubt. It is quite a little chore, but always nice when I have the new sheets on finally (!)
if you two duel on your guitars, i hope someone around you has a harmonica to chip in with!
I don't really have a strong opinion about the electrified dylan; I like most of what he did before the, um, "Saved" period. couldn't quite get behind that effort, whatever it was.
anyway I was trying to quote popular opinion ironically. I guess if the irony escapes my audience I've failed. :0
but yeah shopping in the middle of the night has always been great fun. luckily, here in the city there are three carshare pods near me, each about a block in a different direction. of course it's Mission Street, so sometimes that block can be treacherous but I'm told I look like a big scary guy now. I suppose. =8)